Bleeding Tree? (edited)

She shakily listened in on the monster's steps towards her. The constant chattering of its teeth unnerved her to no end. The scraping of its legs against the ground caused shivers to run up her spine.

Drip... Drip... Drip...

The more her blood dripped, the more light-headed she felt—enough to where she tripped just before the dirt hill, slamming her body into the ground roughly and causing her already serious injuries to worsen.

She gave a painful yelp, raising her face up weakly.

What met her was a pair of black leather shoes.

"Huh..."

Why were there just some random pairs of shoes before her eyes? And when did they get here?

And why did they look so familiar...?

That was when... the voice of a certain black-haired woman with an awful sense of direction quietly resounded above her.

"I admire your ability always to receive the most dastardly of wounds, Lillian."